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I married a Mexican woman so I could bring the food in-house, I would eat Mexican food every day if I could.

Tabs made a good showing at the buffet, but made a fatal error by getting a big plate of pasta. A rookie mistake and he paid the price. I was surprised at my own showing though, as the night before I ate at Smith & Wollensky and polished off a 28 oz prime rib (don't skimp on the horseradish and you can power through it, also it helps to keep the wine coming), and they courteously FedExed the bone home to my dog at no additional charge. Then of course the next day for a late lunch of piles of Mexican, ah the expense account is a beautiful thing people. After blowing several thousand of my daughter's college fund on sports books and table games, the casino has comped me an additional seat on the flight home so my ass has plenty of room, too.